Psalmowo 2
1 Nu ka ta dukɔwo le nugbe ɖom, eye amewo le nu dzodzrowo ɖom?
Whi gnastiden with teeth hethene men; and puplis thouyten veyn thingis?
2 Anyigbadzifiawo ɖo afɔ anyi sesĩe, eye dumegãwo ƒo ta kpli ɖe aɖaŋu me ɖe Yehowa kple eƒe amesiamina la ŋu.
The kyngis of erthe stoden togidere; and princes camen togidere ayens the Lord, and ayens his Crist?
3 Wole gbɔgblɔm be, “Mina míado le Yehowa kple eƒe amesiamina la te, eye míana ablɔɖe mía ɖokuiwo.”
Breke we the bondis of hem; and cast we awei the yok of hem fro vs.
4 Ame si woɖo zi dzi le dziƒo la ko nu, eye Yehowa ɖe alɔme le wo ŋu.
He that dwellith in heuenes schal scorne hem; and the Lord schal bimowe hem.
5 Tete wòka mo na wo le eƒe dɔmedzoe me, eye wòdo ŋɔdzi na wo le eƒe dziku helĩhelĩ me hegblɔ be,
Thanne he schal speke to hem in his ire; and he schal disturble hem in his stronge veniaunce.
6 “Meɖo nye ŋutɔ nye fia ɖe Zion, nye to kɔkɔe la dzi.”
Forsothe Y am maad of hym a kyng on Syon, his hooli hil; prechynge his comaundement.
7 Maɖe gbeƒã Yehowa ƒe sedede la; Yehowa gblɔ nam be, “Wòe nye vinye ŋutsu, egbea mezu fofowò.
The Lord seide to me, Thou art my sone; Y haue gendrid thee to dai.
8 Biam, ne matsɔ dukɔwo awɔ wò domenyinui kple anyigba ƒe seƒewo ke awɔ tɔwòe.
Axe thou of me, and Y schal yyue to thee hethene men thin eritage; and thi possessioun the termes of erthe.
9 Àtsɔ gafiatikplɔ aɖu wo dzii, eye àxlã wo ɖi, woakaka abe ale si ze gbãnae ene.”
Thou schalt gouerne hem in an yrun yerde; and thou schalt breke hem as the vessel of a pottere.
10 Eya ta mi fiawo, midze nunya, eye mi anyigbadzidumegãwo, miɖo to nuxlɔ̃ame.
And now, ye kyngis, vndurstonde; ye that demen the erthe, be lerud.
11 Mitsɔ ɖokuibɔbɔ kple bubu subɔ Yehowa le dzidzɔ gã me kple dzodzo nyanyanya.
Serue ye the Lord with drede; and make ye ful ioye to hym with tremblyng.
12 Mitsɔ ɖokuibɔbɔ do ɖe fia la ŋkume, ne menye nenema o la, ado dziku, eye wòatsrɔ̃ mi kpata, elabena eƒe dɔmedzoe ate ŋu afla ɣe sia ɣi. Woayra ame siwo katã tsɔe wɔ sitsoƒee.
Take ye lore; lest the Lord be wrooth sumtyme, and lest ye perischen fro iust waie. Whanne his `ire brenneth out in schort tyme; blessed ben alle thei, that tristen in hym.
